Still sick. I'm not getting better, and, in fact, my symptoms like to make one worse each day. Saturday escalated the fever, Sunday the cough, today, the nose. If I'm not somewhat better tomorrow, it'll be time to go see what's wrong with me. Until then, I'll hold to the hypothesis that I have an ubercold.
Also, no idea what's going on with the Conjunction Advent calendar. -_-; I am, er, was supposed to post Wednesday, yes? If we've moved everything up a day, I'm not sure I'll be coherent enough to actually get anything decent out tomorrow. *sigh*
. . . Something will be figured out, I hope. And maybe the muses will come to me in the 11th hour.
(Damnit, if I'm under five layers of assorted sheets, fuzzy blankets, and a down comforter in flannel pajamas, I should /not/ be cold.)